These images were taken on Botanic Avenue, Dublin 9, and streets close by. 20/03/2019

These images were taken on Botanic Avenue, Dublin 9, and streets close by. 20/03/2019
The road rambles into the decline,
One way to go, nowhere else to be.
The fresh water hurries to meet the sand, to wash with it to the sea.
Golden stretch in stone green embrace beneath a blanket of grey,
Torn to reveal a flash of blue,
and a golden promise behind the hill.
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